At that time, I remembered myself as if I was about three or four years old, drizzling for several days in a row, all day long gray, in front of the house and behind the house was full of a beach of water, especially a field behind the old house, a circular pit, high and low around, every time it rained there would be water, and I still didn't understand why it wasn't filled in at that time. That time I can't remember why my mother chased me and hit, running and running I ran to the water beach behind the house, probably because people are small, I ran in without slipping, but my mother also ran in in a hurry, she was not so lucky, as soon as she stepped in, she fell heavily, remember that her face was black, her clothes were all dirty, I remember that time I was not beaten, and it was gone.